Sunbeam Lair ❝i am exhausted, i am exhausted— pillar of white in a blackout of knives.

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"Uh, G-Goose — my name is Goose," the dove fumbled, unprepared to answer despite the fact that she herself had posed the leading question. Mahogany hues remained upon the ivory, her gaze stringing along after her movements as she shook herself down, offering up a kindly smile of what she assumed to be unspoken reassurance.

The yearling returned her pleasantries with a bashful grin, adrenaline evidently still crashing its way through her not-so-seasoned system whilst she moved towards the wounded shoulder, gait clumsy and unrefined in itself. She hardly paid that any mind though — her attention, instead, solely focused on scraping up whatever she could to patch up the injury, and luckily she was in the perfect place to do it.

"Uh," Whipping her cranium around — in what could only be described as, albeit unintentional, an entirely childish manner — oversized ears flopping in tow, the dove eye's scoured her dim surroundings for what could be used to help sort this pickle they were in. A disinfectant, a painkiller, anything would help if the girl was able to slow her racing thoughts for an entire moment and properly focus. Growing overly conscious of the time she was taking on a task that would usually be resolved in mere moments, the dove attempted to make conversation in order to ease the awkward tension she could feel beginning to emanate from within herself: "Did you, uh, did you know that beast?"

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